Mastenges

41. Club night

The taxi that Bella was riding, stopped at a nightclub that looked very crowded. Bella got out of the taxi and walked by herself, and she entered the club. The typhoon was stunned and rounded his eyes. For some reason, there was a sense of worry in his heart. Then, he decided to enter the club that night.

High volume music frenzies welcomed Typhoon who had just entered the club. Actually, it's not the first time Typhoon's been in a nightclub. Club nights are already a very familiar thing for Typhoons. Not because of his hobby to spend time at the night club. However, the night club is arguably part of his job that often captures targets who are having fun in the club.

The cyclone followed Bella from behind. The beautiful girl approached the bar table and ordered some booze. Typhoon frowned, he felt Bella was not like that. However, tonight what he saw, was very different from his expectations about Bella.

"He drank?" Her muttering.

A woman of the night approaches the Typhoon, her clumsy hands roaming around the Typhoon's waist. However, he politely declined the woman and chose to stand in the corner of the room. Her eyes did not turn away from Bella, the heartbroken woman, without the Typhoon understanding that.

The drink that Bella just ordered, is gone. The beautiful girl, flicking her finger again, asked the bartender to fill her empty glass back. As for Typhoon, he could only continue to watch over Bella with a worried face.

"Dance yuk," Take a beautiful woman, dressed very minimally, while draping her hands around the neck of the Typhoon. Typhoon smiled and tried to let go of the woman's hand.

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend" said Typhoon.

The woman understood, she just nodded and left in front of the Typhoon.

Just as Typhoon turned his head and tried to watch over Bella, suddenly the girl had already disappeared from his sight. The eyes of the cyclone guerrilla frantically search for Bella who just disappeared. Typhoon tried to break through the crowds of visitors inside the club that night. He tried to find Bella on the dance floor. But the girl was invisible.

The heart of the Typhoon was pounding, the panic of the worried fan controlling him. It's not usually like that. Typhoon is famous for being very calm in his team while on duty. But this time, the Typhoon was not that calm. Bella was nobody to him.

The disco music flowed with bass jolts that made anyone sway in the club. But the Typhoon is still busy looking for the figure of Bella. His eyes fell on a girl who had just returned from the toilet on the west side of the building. Typhoon heaved a sigh of relief, as he saw Bella was in fine state.

Bella returns to her seat, facing a bartender on duty tonight. The bartender poured another glass of liquor into Bella's glass. Without waiting for long, Bella immediately sipped the liquor. Although Bella's facial expression was so repelled the bastard water, but she tried to finish it off and enjoy every drop of the drink.

Unasked, the bartender again poured the drink into Bella's glass. This is Bella's fourth glass. The storm is starting to worry more.

"What's wrong with her?" Mumbled Typhoon again.

A man approached Bella, and became friendly with Bella. At that time, Typhoon intends to approach Bella, to prevent the man from teasing Bella. But, he broke his intention. The typhoon can only continue to monitor, before he sees Bella needs help from him.

Bella looks relaxed while talking to the man she just met. They also drink the same drink while talking by bringing their mouths closer to the ears of the interlocutor, so that their chatter is heard clearly when music rules the room.

Typhoon continues to count, how many glasses Bella drank the liquor. He also sees Bella getting drunk and holding on to the stranger. Shortly thereafter, Bella and the man came down to the dance floor. They look increasingly familiar and embrace. Seeing it all, of course, makes the Cyclone breath becomes tight. He looked emotional and kept shaking his head.

"Why the hell! Just weird!" The typhoon clenched its hands and bit its lips, without taking its eyes off Bella and the man for a second.

...

"It's not all what you think Pongki is" Satrio said, as he watched Pongki look very emotional to him.

"Then what?" Pongki approached Satrio and challenged the man.

"What the hell are you! Just like the kids! I met up with Satrio's mas, to discuss Bella's legal issues!" Said Berta with a panicked face.

Pongki frowned and looked at Berta closely.

"Why Bella?" Pongki asked in a voice that sounded very worried.

"Pongki please sit down, we speak well" Pinta Satrio said.

Pongki raised his hand and pointed it at Satrio, to keep Satrio quiet and not speak anything without being asked by him.

"You calm down, let's talk first" Pinta Berta.

"What's wrong?" Pongki asked with a face that looked annoyed to the man before her.

"Before I tell you, I beg you, don't scold Bella. You promise?"

"Yes I promise" said Pongki as he glanced at Satrio who looked wrong.

"Bella has been used by Frans, his savings of five billion in the exchange by Frans," Terang Berta.

Pongki was flabbergasted and looked at Berta in disbelief.

"Crazy! You serious?"

"Yes, that's why we went to Bali. I was wrong, not telling you from the beginning. But, I swear I have nothing with Satrio mas," explained Berta.

Satrio immediately opened the map containing the matter between Bella and Frans. He handed the map to Pongki.

"You can read Pongki yourself" Satrio said.

With a face that seemed to be holding in shame, Pongki grabbed the map and read it carefully. After that, he massaged his temple and looked at Satrio with a regretful look.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood" he said manly and wholeheartedly.

"It's okay Pongki," Satrio said with a faint smile to Pongki.

"Why are you here? You're on vacation with your mistress?" Berta tried to replace attacking Pongki.

Pongki looked misbehaved and lowered his gaze.

"Yes, I'm on vacation with my mistress, whose name is Paijo," chirps.

Berta raised both his eyebrows and held back his laughter.

"Paijo?" Ask her with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, he's at the hotel right now,"

"Seriously?"

"Yes" Pongki said.

"Hmmm, so when do we start discussing this?" Ask Satrio who feels neglected.

"Now, please," said Pongki, smiling and holding Berta's hand. Berta looks uncomfortable and release Pongki's hand grip and shift the bench, so that a little away from her husband.

Seeing that, Pongki also moved his stool to get closer to Berta. Unaccepting to see Pongki approaching her, Berta again shifted her seat. Of course, Pongki followed him again and continued to approach, although many times Berta shifted his chair and away from him.

Satrio who will start the discussion, was silent to see the behavior of the husband and wife who sat in front of him.

"Emmmmm!" Satrio looked up at Pongki and Berta.

Pongki and Berta looked wrong, finally inevitably, Berta had to resign sitting adjacent to Pongki, and had to willing his hands held tightly by Pongki. All for the sake of smooth meeting tonight, to discuss the bastard named Frans.